Tuesday, January 5, 2010

The gate would not take much more of this. Slap. Slap. Slam. The near naked form, chortling from deep within, rocketed out the gate, onto the bicycle, down Myrtle Lane, executed a massive skid round the crimson bougainvillea at the corner with Olive Street and disappeared from sight - but not from hearing.

Hotly in pursuit, came two smaller human forms, naked save for navy full-briefs, fawn ankle socks encased in sad-grey Dunlops and the obligatory backwards cap emblazoned with a tricolour Rooster. Tears, more of frustration than anger, brimmed and spilt as they cried for him to wait up.

The landscape of Myrtle Lane had changed little since first it serviced the terraces of the mercantile class. Rough hewn bush rock had made way for bitumen, open gutter-drains for connection to the subterranean terracotta network, and, the choko vine and passionfruit vine were now overwhelmed by wisteria and bougainvillea.

3 comments:

Yes those young boys do some to life ... so clever for them not to be in the photograph. Chokos ... that is one thing we won't add to vege patch, though I notice the neighbour has planted a passionfruit ... nice since we are on the sunny side of the fence :-)

Riff, (n.) (v.)

2011

During 2011, I will post less frequently but, hopefully, 3x per week. Each post will be about 500 words. There will be an image, with the link being just as tenuous as it was during 2010. These will be atmospheric character studies. Read on to see what I mean. I will read extensivly Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Munro and Enright to begin with.

2010

A riff is an improvisation upon a theme. The aim of this blog is to post each of the 365 days of 2010. Each post is to consist of an image I have created, plus text which is the riff. This text is to be 150 words in length, no more no less. Mere descripton a reader can see for themself.